Lesson learned…

My hiking partner.

So last week I was debating an evening hike up Mount Hunger. It had been drizzling on and off all day and the skies were threatening to open up again. After much vacillating I finally said screw it, grabbed the Little Dog and moseyed over to the trail head. We set a good hard pace on the way up and topped out just in time to see the sun setting between the parting clouds and peaks across the valley. So, the lesson is, when in doubt, work hard and roll the dice. You never know where it’s gonna get you…